“Oh, those are cute.”
I nod. “Yeah, if they take the bait, I’ll get us a discount code.”
She shimmies her shoulders. “Okay, let’s not walk that much further. Let’s get these shots under the trees.”
I take her creative direction while adding in my own flair here and there. When we work together, it’s always snip, snap, and done. She works fast, wastes no time, and does a hell of a job.
Once the activewear shoot is done, my phone’s buzzing in my pocket.
“One sec,” I tell her once I’m on the bridge.
Dylan: Guys wanna know if you can bring your friends. What should I say?
I smile, typing back.
Cecily: You are helpless
I hand Crystal my phone, and she takes a few pictures with it, then with her camera.
Crystal’s eyes look at the top of the screen. She says, “Dylan saysthey’re feral and won’t back off.”
I chuckle. “I’ll reply to him when we’re done.”
“Who’s Dylan?” she asks in between clicks.
I shake my head. “Just a friend.”
She smiles at that, teasing. “What kind of friend?”
“A really good friend. A best friend.”
She lowers her camera with a big smile. “Wait, you tagged him the other day, right?”
I nod. “Yeah, that’s him.”
Her eyes widen. “I’m such a stalker. Of course, I clicked on his profile. He’s your best friend? A hockey player?”
I nod, gripping the bridge’s railing.
“He’s cute.”
I shrug. “We’re just friends.”
She says nothing more about him as we continue our campaign shoot. She takes a few videos for me to make a reel. We take the product photos, then we part ways in the parking lot.
“I’ll get them back to you soon.”
I nod, kissing her on the cheek. “So nice working with you.”
She kisses my cheek and says, “Let me know if you need me.”
“Thank you.”
When she gets in her car, she wastes no time reversing and leaving. I step into the driver’s seat of my car, start the engine, lock the doors, and open up Dylan’s text messages.
Dylan: They’re feral and won’t back off
Cecily: Maybe you should invite Marina
